ShittyBoyz, Lando Bando, Team Eastside Lil P, Prince Jefe - At the Light lyrics
[ShittyBoyz, Lando Bando, Team Eastside Lil P, Prince Jefe - At the Light lyrics]
Prince this a hit
Catch a nigga trying on some shoes
Before we turned 17, bitch we made the news
Really came from the dirt, god planted me
Smacked off the wood, I'm out there
First thing in the morning, catch package be
I don't ask for shit
Just keep it a stack with me
Gave up hooping, I was too short to dunk
I was never too short to punch
OT, North Dakota, man, I'm as fuck
She gon' suck Randy
Baby left me, she saw the deman in me
Freak bitch said Dee, put that
Can't leave without that blicky on me tell
I'm outside with the stick, early morning
I woke up to your bitch, and she gorgeous
A hundred grams in some oranges
I keep the stick
I shoot your mans out his Jordans
Tiger on my T, demons in my heart
I never ever let the love leave my heart
Fuck bitch touchscreen
Had to pull the secret lever
Just to put the beem in park
Pull up with a crazy shot, like I'm JR
Scortch mode, like my face card
The opps died, threw a party in the graveyard
Keys like a space bar
I told niggas they say chicken talk
So I had to show niggas
Yeah keep a strap, cause I really blow niggas
Keep a money phone, I ain't selling phones
Nigga it's just me and these oranges
Blue jeans for the Jordans
Spin the trackhawk
Like I'm fucking Jeff Gordan
I don't put my dick inside
Bitch if she ain't important
Got the neck, then
Wake up, bitch eat me like
A hundred for the steak, boy
I used to eat noodles
I'm on the way
In the mountains i ain't got no service
I can tell the way
I just bought 200 probably can't afford
Finna stuff the bitch with blues
I'm Papa Smurf
My bitch an 8 plus a 2, she probably perfect
Pioneers of this wave, probably surf it
Told grannie
Tell the doctor that her body hurting
He on our page lerking i don't wanna fuck
Cause that bitch is worthless
Walking out the Apple store working
When I you
My bitch pussy balled, look like Mr clean
Anything
I up that 50 turn a fuck boy to a memory
I feel like 50 Cent
It's many men that copy me
They passed me the stick
I'm cooking shit like collared greens
Enough clips in the whip to shoot a
Got a lot of hit him with a heymaker
Now he counting sheep
SB, we bloodline, we is not a team
Catch a nigga trying on some shoes
Before we turned 17, bitch we made the news
Really came from the dirt, god planted me
Smacked off the wood, I'm out there
First thing in the morning, catch package be
I don't ask for shit
Just keep it a stack with me
Gave up hooping, I was too short to dunk
I was never too short to punch
OT, North Dakota, man, I'm as fuck
She gon' suck Randy
Baby left me, she saw the deman in me
Freak bitch said Dee, put that
Can't leave without that blicky on me tell
I'm outside with the stick, early morning
I woke up to your bitch, and she gorgeous
A hundred grams in some oranges
I keep the stick
I shoot your mans out his Jordans
Tiger on my T, demons in my heart
I never ever let the love leave my heart
Fuck bitch touchscreen
Had to pull the secret lever
Just to put the beem in park
Pull up with a crazy shot, like I'm JR
Scortch mode, like my face card
The opps died, threw a party in the graveyard
Keys like a space bar
I told niggas they say chicken talk
So I had to show niggas
Yeah keep a strap, cause I really blow niggas
Keep a money phone, I ain't selling phones
Nigga it's just me and these oranges
Blue jeans for the Jordans
Spin the trackhawk
Like I'm fucking Jeff Gordan
I don't put my dick inside
Bitch if she ain't important
Got the neck, then
Wake up, bitch eat me like
A hundred for the steak, boy
I used to eat noodles
I'm on the way
In the mountains i ain't got no service
I can tell the way
I just bought 200 probably can't afford
Finna stuff the bitch with blues
I'm Papa Smurf
My bitch an 8 plus a 2, she probably perfect
Pioneers of this wave, probably surf it
Told grannie
Tell the doctor that her body hurting
He on our page lerking i don't wanna fuck
Cause that bitch is worthless
Walking out the Apple store working
When I you
My bitch pussy balled, look like Mr clean
Anything
I up that 50 turn a fuck boy to a memory
I feel like 50 Cent
It's many men that copy me
They passed me the stick
I'm cooking shit like collared greens
Enough clips in the whip to shoot a
Got a lot of hit him with a heymaker
Now he counting sheep
SB, we bloodline, we is not a team